


Insecurities

by LFMH021



Category: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Genre: Angst and Fluff, Arguments, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, M/M, OBLIVIOUS!VICTOR, Off Season Yuuri, Protective!Guang Ho Ji, Protective!Phichit, Teasing, Victor teasing Yuuri and calling him 'little piggy', insecure yuuri
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-11-08
Updated: 2019-11-08
Packaged: 2021-01-25 14:07:41
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,459
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21357478
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LFMH021/pseuds/LFMH021
Summary: “Phichit, I’m not sure what I did wrong! He just shuts me out!” Victor cries, slumping against his seat.Phichit raises an eyebrow, face completely blank. “I don’t know, Victor. I mean, what’s my best friend’s name again?”He frowns, confused. Even the others seem perplexed with the odd question. “…Yuuri?”“Oh, yeah, I mean, you usually call him little piggy. I thought you forgot your own fiance’s name or something,” The Thai mocks and turns back to his phone. “He received that endearment a thousand times before in Detroit, you know. I don’t know if that matters to you, though.”The Russian flinched.Or wherein Victor realized that he actually hurts and offends Yuuri whenever he threw out the nickname: ‘little piggy’ the hard way.
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Leo de la Iglesia/Ji Guang-Hong, Michele Crispino & Emil Nekola, Otabek Altin & Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chulanont & Katsuki Yuuri
Comments: 7
Kudos: 298





	Insecurities

**Author's Note:**

> I dunno why I chose this plot when I’ve been in hiatus for a long time. I can’t do promises on when I’ll fully be back but do know that I am always itching to type down updates and new ficlets.
> 
> Anyhow, I know it’s canon that Victor loves Yuuri whether he’s in his off-season or on-season body. I just saw that fanart [can’t remember who posted it] of Yuuri crying in his room after Victor first called him little piggy.
> 
> I wanted to try a reconciliation and clarification for that endearment. I have done almost the same thing back in my ficlet: ‘Moment,’ but anyhow this one’s Victor-centered.
> 
> I hope you enjoy whatever this’ll turn out to be!
> 
> Thanks for your kudos and comments in all of my works, though! I really appreciated them!

Since it is off-season of the year, and they are all headaches to their coaches, Victor and his co-skaters have decided to go into vacation mode by meeting up back in Spain, and checking in in one of the hidden resorts so that paparazzi won’t get to follow them and their activities. Some haven’t been easy to sneak out, but with Victor’s influence, they ended up in the resort with them.

It’s a short vacation, just for them to unwind and have time for themselves before competition season kicks in, and none of them has the time because they are preparing their programs.

Yuuri is dragging himself behind Victor, looking endearing with his fluffy oversized sweater and sweatpants, a beanie making his hair curl at the ends, and his glasses askew over his nose as he suffers through jet lag.

The others are chattering all around him, getting to know one another and catching up with what they missed after the competitions. Phichit has managed to take selfies with every one of them, but he has promised not to post anything until the day of their departure to not stir up the media.

Victor whips out his card and approaches the front desk, lowering his glasses as the agent greets him. She obviously knows him, but retains professionalism, standing on her ground as she waits him out. “Hello. We’re here for the reservations under Victor Nikiforov’s name.” He slides him an ID of his, and lets her do her work.

As she confirms the rooms, their occupants, and their current availability, Victor turns to watch Yuuri try to get out of Phichit’s grasp while the Thai beg for a photo of them doing their usual pose. The Japanese’s attire makes him look soft and cuddly, Victor wants to pull him close.

_Why not?_

He opens his arms and calls out, “Yuuri!” On cue, his fiancé looks towards him, tilting his head. “C’mere!” He whines, beckoning for his lover. Phichit rolls his eyes when he realizes that his best friend has been stolen from his side. When Yuuri approaches him and sinks into his chest, Victor sticks his tongue out at the Thai, who, in return, blows raspberry at his direction. “Oh, the audacity!” He mocks as the others laugh.

Yuuri snorts, letting himself be shuffled closer towards his partner. Victor wraps his arms around the Japanese, his hands finding Yuuri’s tummy and squishing them. He grins at the laugh it elicits. “Yuuri~” He sing-songs, nuzzling Yuuri’s hair. “Off season Yuuri is so adorable. My little piggy, my little piggy~” He adds, still pinching the off season tummy.

Victor doesn’t expect the sudden change in his lover’s stance. Yuuri stops, and halts the hands Victor has over his belly. “The agent is done,” The Japanese mumbles, pulling away with a tight smile. “I—gotta buy water from the vending machine.” In a matter of seconds, he leaves Victor alone, confused with the shift.

When he turns towards the agent, he finds her sending a pitying look towards the direction Yuuri has run to. She realizes his gaze at her so she quickly plasters a smile back on before saying the usual spiel for check in and check out. “Enjoy your stay!” She calls over when they begin their ride towards their floor.

The Russian tries not to be affected by the fact that Yuuri has chosen to stand beside Yurio in the elevator.

Their hotel room has an astounding view of the whole city, and they have been staying out here for the past thirty minutes, just losing themselves on the peacefulness they feel with each other.

Yuuri has changed into a gray hoodie, placing his hands inside the pockets as he leans against the railing to stare at the view. Victor’s eyes are only at his lover, though. The wind is blowing his hair with it, and he looks effortlessly beautiful as he laughs at how it tickles his nose.

Victor reaches over to tuck the lock behind Yuuri’s ear. The latter turns to him and gives him a fond smile, the Russian still doesn’t believe he deserves. “You look gorgeous,” He blurts out, taking Yuuri’s hands in his.

As expected, red tint overtakes his lover’s cheeks, embarrassed when he averts his eyes. “Thank you, Victor.”

His eyes find a patch of stubble on a slightly chubbier cheek, suddenly wanting to nibble it. He’s turning into a pervert, Lord, help him. “God damn, if only it’s off season all the time…” He mumbles unconsciously, staring at the stubble.

“Why?”

“You look so soft. I want to nibble my little piggy until we’re both writhing on the bed,” He answers, lowering his voice to send his intention.

Instead of the usual banter, Yuuri pulls his hands away, placing them back inside his hoodie pockets. “Sorry. Not in the mood. I’ll…go take a nap.” He lets out a forced chuckle, an expression on his face Victor hasn’t seen for a long time. He doesn’t what caused it, but he wants it gone. “Jet lag, you know? Go have fun without me.” He stands on his toes to give Victor a peck on the lips before turning to return to the bedroom.

Victor looks down at his palms, wondering if he’s done anything wrong.

They are playing around in the pool with the others the second day when it happens again.

Mickey is trying to swim away from Emil but the Czech is faster swimmer, overtaking him in seconds. Their play of tag stops when Emil gets tired and jumps onto Mickey’s shoulders, making them stumble under water. “Fucki—“ The Italian begins but he has sunk.

Chris salutes towards their direction. “Thank you for your service.”

The pool occupants erupt in laughter as the Swiss even reaches for a flower from one of the tables to push it towards where Mickey and Emil are fighting underwater.

Mickey comes back up, screaming, “Stop claiming we’re dead! We were just rough housing underwater!”

Otabek stands beside Chris and places a hand over his heart. “Sometimes, I still hear their voices.”

The Swiss regards the Kazakh seriously. “You should see a psychic. I believe they are haunting you.”

Emil blinks at their shenanigan before snapping his fingers. “Oh! Cool. Are we dead?”

“Did you see us die?” The Italian screams back at his companion.

“Does anyone see themselves die?” The Czech retorts, not unkindly.

Mickey opens his mouth then stops, frowning at the sky. “Huh.”

Yurio tugs for Otabek at the other end of the pool. “Let’s play a game! I throw a coin towards the bottom. The first to find it gets to ask the loser a dare.”

“Yuri, my eyes suck,” Otabek says.

A beat. “Wait, what?”

“Yes, my eyes suck. I usually use contacts to see.”

Yurio narrows his eyes at his newly-acclaimed best friend. “Is that why you look constipated when you’re outside?”

“I look constipated?” The Kazakh repeats, trying not to sound offended but failing.

The blond catches up to what he just spat out, and quickly tries to reconcile, waving his hands around, “Not like constipated-constipated! Like you’re uncertain of what expression to put on.”

“I was merely squinting to see.”

“You were…_squinting?” _Yurio parrots. The conversation is not going his way when Otabek looks betrayed with his echoed responses.

Phichit is engaging Seung-Gil in a conversation about their pets when JJ decides to get out of his shower and throw himself into the water near the two. The water successfully soaks them. JJ emerges, laughing and seemingly proud of his feat.

The Thai carefully slides his phone away from the pool, and swims towards JJ. He stops in front of the Canadian with an empty smile. No one knows what happens next because Seung-Gil decides to hide the alleged murder with his own body. All they know is Phichit throws himself on JJ, and JJ sinks like the Titanic.

A great friend he is, Chris has taken the whole ordeal with his camera for safekeeping, and for Phichit’s possible murder trial.

Leo and Guang-Ho are at another side of the pool, in their own little bubble as they tell stories of their lives in their own countries. The Chinese isn’t in the pool, his feet are just dipped in, swaying back and forth as he listens to Leo’s tale of when he saw a deer when he was taking a walk for choreography inspirations.

When Guang-Ho yawns, Leo chooses that moment to grab the Chinese’s ankle and pull him towards the water. With a yelp, Guang-Ho ends up inside the pool, spluttering.

They both surface back at the same time, look at each other and laugh even as the Chinese slam fists on Leo’s chest for surprising him.

No one has the guts to pop their little world.

Yuuri is floating on his back beside him, eyes closed with his arms relaxed beside him. The sun is hitting his face, making him look golden. Victor memorizes the picture in his mind. He chuckles at finding a waterproof bag holding Yuuri’s phone on top his belly – it looks adorable.

“My little piggy has found a cute use of his squishy tummy~” He mumbles, fond at the idea.

Yuuri opens his eyes and looks over at him. “Yeah,” He whispers. He lets out a small smile and rolls over, choosing to dive under the water. When he resurfaces, he’s near the ladder. He runs a hand over his face and then steps out of the pool. “Restroom,” He says and departs with his towel.

The other seem as perplexed as he when they look at where Yuuri disappeared to. Except for Phichit and Guang-Ho, who are looking at Victor with indecipherable expression.. He bristles and asks not unkindly, “Yes?” to which Guang-Ho blushes and shakes his head, and Phichit sighs and turns away.

It doesn’t satisfy his curiosity.

Their dinner is seafood buffet at the hotel lobby with the other guests. Everyone is excited as they fill in their plates for their first round of meal.

Their round table is filled with chatters and laughter as the skaters tell stories, make up questions and answer with ridiculous responses.

Before they know it, everyone has finished their first servings, some opting to head towards the pasta section, several to the bread, Chris towards the dessert and Phichit and Yuuri back towards the main dishes. Or so they thought.

“Yuuri, watch your portions~” He teases with a grin.

Yuuri stiffens, looks over his shoulder at Victor, then at his plate. He nibbles his bottom lip before putting it back on the table. The Japanese smiles at Phichit and goes for the salad section of the dining area. The Thai blinks at where his best friend goes to then makes Victor jump with the intensity of his glare. “I hope you’re happy,” Phichit mumbles, storming to where Yuuri stands.

Yurio raises his eyebrows at him when he returns with a plate of pasta.

Victor frowns back, shrugging in puzzlement. He doesn’t notice the look Guang-Ho is giving him.

The last straw is a comment he offhandedly throws. He doesn’t realize how much it would cause.

They are sitting around the pool, just lounging after the second night’s dinner around the rooftop’s lofts and chairs. The tables have different varieties of beverages, and Chris has already drunk two flutes of champagne. Victor has opted for long island iced tea for the night.

Yuuri arrives last because he has forgotten his phone in their dining area table. He comes wearing a fitted shirt, showcasing his biceps and his little bump. It’s just _there. _

“My little piggy has shown his little bump~” He breathes, giggling.

“It’s not a baby, Victor, don’t call it a bump,” Chris scolds, shaking his head in exasperation.

“But it _is. _Such a cute bump,” He murmurs.

Yurio scrunches his nose at his direction. “How can you make that sound gross?”

Yuuri licks his lips and looks down at tummy. “Is it really noticeable now?” He mumbles, scratching his cheek.

Phichit throws an arm over his best friend’s shoulder. “No! It’s fine. It’s off season. You deserve to relax.”

“But no more katsudons!” Victor adds, smiling. “You might end up like it.”

The lot turns silent when Yuuri grabs a spare bathrobe in a snap and throws it on, tying it over his belly with a huff. He clenches his fists on his sides, looks at Victor with a face that seems ready to cry in a second, before sagging. He gulps and whispers, “I don’t feel well. You enjoy yourselves, everyone. Thank you for today. See you all tomorrow.” When he turns, Phichit grabs his arm and says something in Thai. “It’s fine, Phichit. Just…I have to go.” He pulls his arm away and runs towards the door, closing it behind him.

Phichit turns at him, for the second time that evening, with anger beneath his eyes. “You’re—“

“That was unbelievable!” Guang-Ho gasps, placing his hands on his chest. “How could you…” He mumbles, betrayal in his voice. “I’ll go talk to him. What room is he in, Phichit?”

“202. I’ll go with you.” Just as Victor is about to stand, the Thai whips towards him. “Not you. Please, _please_, crash at someone else’s tonight.”

With those parting words, Phichit and Guang-Ho also disappear through the glass doors.

The next morning, he notices his fiance’s swollen eyes when they see each other in the dining area for breakfast. Yuuri looks forced to be here as Phichit ushers him to a seat. He doesn’t reach for any of the selection even when the table fills up with their fellow skaters and their full plates.

Victor casts him a concerned look, sliding his own plate towards his lover’s. “Come on, eat up. They have mashed potato, and bacon,” He coaxes, stroking the Japanese’s arm.

His fiancé looks sick just by looking at Victor’s food. He, instead, reaches for a piece of bread roll and picks it into smaller pieces, washing them down with the coffee Phichit hands him. He manages to finish two-thirds of it before stopping.

“Yuuri?” He murmurs, reaching for the other’s hand. Yuuri pulls away. “Yuuri?” He repeats, growing more and more worried.

The Japanese sends them an apologetic look. “I think I’m gonna stay in my room. Have a nice day, everyone. I’m sorry.” He stands up, places a hand over his mouth and walks out of the dining area looking squeamish.

Phichit is right on his best friend’s tail, not giving any explanation.

“Why are his eyes swollen?” JJ asks, munching one of the bread rolls, sounding genuinely worried.

Guang-Ho sighs and places his cutleries on his own plate. “He…” He shakes his head and hides himself beside Leo the whole time, silent.

Victor wants to find out what happened, what he could do, and how to help but Yuuri has shut down three of his attempts to start conversation.

When Yuuri just hides under the covers when Victor calls out his name for the fourth time, the Russian knows it’s a lot more than he knows how to deal with. Anxiety has always been a difficulty for Yuuri, but he typically speaks after much silence or prodding from Victor’s end.

Victor usually knows what to do and how to deal with anxiety attacks depending on what triggered it. The problem with today is that he doesn’t know what caused it. So he leaves their hotel room, dejected. He gets into the elevator and goes towards the rooftop where he knows the others will be.

He’s right, seeing the other skaters just lounging around the area in their own worlds; he throws himself on one of the chairs, rubbing his hands on his face. The others are sending him concerned looks except for the Thai who seems to have seen this coming.

_Alright, I give in. _

“Phichit, I’m not sure what I did wrong! He just shuts me out!” Victor cries, slumping against his seat.

Phichit raises an eyebrow, face completely blank. “I don’t know, Victor. I mean, what’s my best friend’s name again?”

He frowns, confused. Even the others seem perplexed with the odd question. “…Yuuri?”

“Oh, yeah, I mean, you usually call him little piggy. I thought you forgot your own fiance’s name or something,” The Thai mocks and turns back to his phone. “He received that endearment a thousand times before in Detroit, you know. I don’t know if that matters to you, though.”

The Russian flinches. “I didn’t mean it _that _way! I was just teasing him. That’s my nickname for him whenever he gets his off-season body back. It’s an endearment,” He protests. “Yuuri _knows_ this,” He insists at the cold look he receives.

“Victor, you’ve been with him for almost a year, have you not learned his triggers?” Phichit sighs. “He is especially sensitive during the off season because he was mocked the most during these periods of time. How would you feel surrounded by people who call you,” he pauses to mimic someone they probably have met, _“piggy piggy _everytime you pass by?”

Victor sits up, messing his hair up when he runs his fingers through it in deep thought. He frowns on the ground, his feet shuffling against the tiles. “I…didn’t know that part of your past. But I did call him the same nickname when we first met, and he never commented. I always thought he was okay with it.”

A timid voice speaks up from a corner of the pool, “You turned up unannounced, proclaiming you’ll be his coach all of a sudden. It was a dream come true. Did you think he has the heart and mind to comment about something that might drive you away?” Guang-Ho pauses then looks up from where he is seated on the edge with his feet soaking in the water. He seems disappointed. “The answer is no, Victor.”

The Russian frowns, flailing his arms, partly panicking and mostly astounded. “If I knew I would have changed it into something less…” He tries to look for the right word and comes up empty.

“That isn’t the point, though,” Chris murmurs, sipping his margarita, “I think.” Victor hopes his expression is enough to make him elaborate. “You see, Victor, it isn’t just what you call him. I believe it’s the way you say it. I, myself, would feel hurt if Louis uses that tone you do. Sometimes, you sound a bit…offensive? Degrading?”

“I do?” He whispers, trying to recall the instances he has done so.

JJ slips out of the water, drying himself with a towel. “I get their point. I tend to be annoying—“ He stops and regards the wide looks he gets, “I know, people. I am not an idiot – you _almost _drowned me!” He yells at Phichit’s surprised expression, then he clears his throat and continues, “But people usually know I am _really _annoying – that I am a narcissist, and typically is boastful. That is who I am now in their eyes. Yet _you _are a superstar, you don’t know it but your tone sometimes go with the flow of your mood. When you tease Katsuki, you sound like a coach displeased with his actions.”

“No one ever wants that,” Seung-Gil murmurs, uncharacteristically mingling with the conversation, “One of the things I hate the most is disappointing my coach, because I know how much he sacrifices for me to succeed.”

Emil places his forefinger and thumb under his chin, humming. “So think of a sensitive person and combine it with that train of thought? No offense, Victor, but that combination is never good.”

Mickey picks up a drink from the tray in the middle of their table, swirling it. He tilts his head in a side and remarks, “Especially since you paused your career to coach him? Have you ever thought of the weight on his shoulders when you _suddenly _decided that?”

Otabek extends a hand to Yurio, and eases him out of the pool, a bathrobe ready. As he is handing it to the blond, he nods with his stare at Victor, “You stopped your world for him, but the world didn’t stop for him. Every action he takes is reflected on you. Every word thrown at him is also aimed at you. He must hate that.”

Victor’s head falls into his hands, groaning. He is twenty eight but he feels like he just lost another ten years when everything starts to make sense. No wonder Yuuri always looks ready to cry whenever someone comments about his body and weight. He feels like an ass; an immature ass. Why did Yuuri propose to him? Why was he given this ring when he’s undeserving?

He hits another landmine when he couldn’t help himself murmuring, “This could have been prevented if he just told me.”

“He has anxiety!” Phichit and Guang-Ho growls back at him from where they are, both looking a minute away from pushing him down the rooftop. The Thai is livid, his face turning red. “Yuuri has anxiety, Victor. Anxiety makes things harder to deal with, it makes speaking up harder, and it overcomplicates thoughts until you just spiral into a black hole. I’ve lived with him in Detroit for years, do you know how tough it is to watch him beating himself up for something he can’t control?”

Guang-Ho runs a hand on his arm, jaw clenched. “I heard from Phichit when we video called. Yuuri’s anxiety isn’t something he could just turn off. His enemy is his brain and his thoughts – they’re the toughest to beat.”

Yurio sits aggressively on the chair beside him, hair looking like a bird’s nest. His stare is far away but his words are aimed at Victor, “Yuuri and I met before you two did. I followed him to the men’s restroom after that GPF he flaked. He was crying in one of the cubicles, but I kicked his door and screamed at him, telling him how he’s an embarrassment and growling at him on how he ended up competing in the same rink.” He wrings the towel with his hands. “But frankly, I was amazed with his step sequences and spins, and was so angry he lost because he _couldn’t _jump. Because he _fell _and _fell. _Why did he throw away his talent?”

Phichit’s tone is hard when he prompts, “And tell me, was he angry when he next saw you?” At Yurio’s shake of head. “Did he ever open the topic, and told you how he must have felt that night?” Another shake of the blond head. “Yuuri is not perfect. He’s not a saint. But, in my eyes, he’s an angel plagued with a demon in his head.”

Victor smiles at the memories of Yuuri answering back at him. “He’s stubborn, isn’t he?”

“Terribly so,” The Thai agrees with a wet laugh. “So all I’m asking you,” He says towards everyone, “is to understand him, to give him space when he needs it, to be there when he’s sinking. Sometimes he’ll pull away, but that’s because he doesn’t want to be a burden.”

There are various responses he receives, but they are all solemn agreement.

Victor takes a deep breath and taps his keycard against the pad. He hears a click, and lets himself inside their room. He isn’t surprised at seeing Yuuri seated on his bed near the windows, staring outside with a mug between his palms. The comforter is thrown over his shoulders in a makeshift bathrobe against the cold.

“Hey,” The Russian murmurs, approaching his fiancé, letting the other push him away if he deemed necessary. At the silence, he settles himself beside the Japanese, putting distance between their bodies. “Phichit and Guang-Ho talked to me, and opened my eyes. I never realized how much of a big deal it was for you, and I apologize for not sensing it. You don’t tease me as much about my hair anymore because you know I am insecure about it. I should have done the same, I should have sensed that there was something there, I should have stopped when you began to become distant. I experienced depression, and I understand how hard it is to go against your thoughts. I don’t know why I was insensitive when I already made you cry once.”

He strokes the ring around his finger, smiling ruefully, “The ring symbolizes our bond, and I am eternally grateful for it. I am thankful for that connection we have. You’ve done so much for me: move to Russia for me, grown your hair because I love stroking it, understanding me despite my certain immaturities. I have made a mistake, and I am so sorry for hurting your feelings. Please know that I will try to be more sensitive to your triggers, and be wary of my tone. I adore you and what we have; we’ll make mistakes but I hope they’ll make us stronger. I am not the best fiancé and coach, but I hope you’ll be fine with me anyway?”

There is a minute of silence, and his answer comes from a gesture. It is so small but significant. Yuuri reaches for his hand and places it on his cheek, both of his cupping it and keeping Victor’s hand warm beneath them. When the silver-head turn to regard him, his throat closes up at seeing the serene smile on his lover’s face as he leans against Victor’s hand.

He chokes, and whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

Yuuri opens his eyes, and nods. Victor leans closer, pulling his lover closer to kiss Yuuri’s forehead. When he’s satisfied, he hugs him tightly. The arms around his neck are comfort he missed.

With Yuuri tucked under his chin, sleeping soundly and peacefully, Victor whips his phone out to take a photo of them, and sends it to Phichit and Guang-Ho, with the message that reads,

_I apologize for what I have caused. _

_I appreciate what you’ve done, and for opening my eyes. We’re okay now, we’ll be okay now. We promised to do better in communicating. _

_He’s sleeping on my chest, and looks beautiful. We’re lucky to have you and the others as our friends._

  * _Victor N._

The replies come instantly.

_*attached image of Phichit and Yuuri in Detroit, skating together*_

_He’s my best friend, Victor. Thank you for loving him._

_Please take care of him. _

  * _Phichit C._

_*dancing squirrel that says OK sticker*_

_You’re welcome. I am sorry for my outburst too._

_May you and Yuuri be happy, always. Good luck to our next season. _

  * _Guang-Ho Ji_

Victor closes his phone and buries his nose on Yuuri’s hair, falling asleep surrounded by the smell of Japan and cherry blossoms.

**Author's Note:**

> Oh, it feels great to finish a ficlet again! I hope you enjoyed this one. Your support is greatly appreciated! Wish me luck to my first day in the job on Monday! \o/
> 
> Shameless self advertising: While I was a couch potato, I wrote an ongoing series, and I just recently published parts of it in Wattpad (because I dunno where to put it in yet). Would appreciate it if you give it a read, and give me feedbacks. Here’s the link: [Meet Me](https://www.wattpad.com/story/204991019-meet-me-in-the-emergency-staircase) Thank you!!!
> 
> Have a nice day lovely people!


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